Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Dedication
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- - FOURTEEN -
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- - SIXTEEN -
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- - TWENTY-SEVEN -
- - TWENTY-EIGHT -
- - TWENTY-NINE -
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- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“Dad, this is about your future,” Fort said, trying in vain to grab his father’s hand again. “If you stay, I’m going to lose you, and I can’t… I can’t handle that. Not after Mom… please, Dad, come home with me!” This was all so horrible, knowing what was to come, but even on the day it’d happened, Fort hadn’t felt so helpless as he did now. “If you come, you’ll… you’ll see what I’ve been doing! I’ve been learning magic! It’s wild, I can’t even believe it, but I did it for you! I wanted to get revenge on the monster that took you, but then when I had my chance, I couldn’t do it. It was almost funny, after all that time wanting to hurt it—”
“It’s not not funny,” one of the two girls said.
“Intelligent youths around here!” his father shouted in response. “Listen to them, Fort. I hear that the children are our future.”
“They have to be now,” Fort said, hoping his father could hear him at some level. “Because children are the only ones who can use magic. These books of magic turned up, like, thirteen years ago, but only kids can read them and learn the spells. But once some students started using magic, these horrific nightmare creatures found us, and they want to take over the world, just like they did thousands of years ago. They’re still looking for us, Dad, and I can’t hide from them, not if I want to find you—”
“Low blow, young man,” his dad said, then pointed at Lincoln. “Do you think our beloved sixteenth president would have spoken to his father that way? And he’s your personal hero!” He leaned closer to the girls conspiratorially. “When my boy here was in diapers, he’d stroll around in a top hat and make us call him Fort Lincoln.”
One of the girls snorted, while the other turned away to hide her laughter, but Fort didn’t care. At this point, he wasn’t sure why he ever had. “Dad, we don’t have any more time, it’s on its way. It’s going to destroy the whole National Mall, and if we don’t get out now—”
“Oh, we have plenty of time,” his father said, taking out his phone. “Besides, I think I have pictures of that in here. Girls, do you want to see?”
“Take me to the Einstein Memorial!” Fort shouted. “Remember? You’re just about to mention that. We just need to get out of here—”